About you:
1 year older
You are Marcus Flint younger sister by 1 year
Pureblood
Slytherin
don't play Quidditch
starts dating when you are in your sixth year and Blaise is in his fifth year.
Meeting them:
As you stroll through Diagon Alley with your older brother Marcus Flint, the summer sun shining brightly, you feel a mix of excitement and anticipation for your second year at Hogwarts. The air buzzes with chatter and the clinks of coins, wands, and magical items being exchanged. Marcus is ahead of you, eyeing new broomsticks in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, but you pause when you spot a familiar group nearby.
The Malfoys, a family friend of yours, are browsing outside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. You recognize Draco, with his platinum-blond hair and pointed features, looking slightly bored beside his parents. Beside them, a boy you don't recognize catches your eye. His dark hair contrasts with Draco's pale features, and his posture is calm, confident even for his age. It must be Blaise Zabini, the boy you've heard about but never met.
Curious, you nudge Marcus, but he's too absorbed in broomsticks to care, so you decide to approach the Malfoys on your own.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy," you say politely as you reach them. Narcissa Malfoy looks down at you with a warm, familiar smile.
"Ah, how nice to see you again, dear," she replies, her voice smooth as ever. Lucius nods in acknowledgment, though his attention quickly shifts back to his conversation with another wizard.
Draco looks up at you with a small smirk. "Back for more school shopping already?" he teases lightly. You roll your eyes at him but smile.
"Of course. Can't wait for second year," you reply, glancing at the boy standing next to him. "You must be Blaise Zabini?"
Blaise, with his deep, dark eyes, looks at you for a moment before nodding, his expression unreadable but polite. "Yes, and you are?" His voice is smooth, almost casual, but you sense that he's assessing you in the same way you're sizing him up.
"I'm [Your Name] Flint," you introduce yourself. "My brother Marcus is in Slytherin with me. He's over there obsessing over broomsticks right now," you add with a playful eye-roll in Marcus's direction.
Blaise raises an eyebrow, glancing briefly at Marcus before returning his gaze to you. "Nice to meet you," he says, though he seems more reserved compared to Draco.
"It's your first year at Hogwarts, right?" you ask, eager to make conversation. "Draco and I will be there to show you the ropes."
Draco crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't need anyone showing me anything," he boasts, though you both know he's just putting on airs. Blaise, on the other hand, shrugs, looking slightly amused by Draco's bravado.
"We'll see," Blaise says, his tone calm but with a slight edge of amusement.
You find yourself intrigued by him. He doesn't seem like Draco, who is always quick to assert his status. Blaise is quieter, more reserved, but there's a sense of self-assurance about him that makes you think he won't easily be pushed around.
"Well, I'll be seeing you both at the Sorting Ceremony," you say, offering Blaise a small smile. "Slytherin's got plenty of room for first years, so I'll see you there, hopefully."
Blaise gives a small nod, and Draco just waves you off, still smirking. As you turn to head back to Marcus, you can't help but glance back at Blaise, already curious about the kind of Slytherin he might turn out to be.
